People who respond to any mention of a mobile phone, Facebook (or any social media, really) or TV with a snotty, superior statement about how awful those things are, wouldn’t be caught dead using them, can’t understand why you have to be connected all the time, blah de blah.
Please die, you pretentious twits. I go into insta-rage.
And I’m someone who didn’t have a TV for a freaking decade! Stop it! You suck!
Being told to “turn it down.” Don’t trivialize my music by calling it “it”!
(“Racket? That’s Brahms! Brahms’ Third Racket!”)
This bugs me, too - it really is a normal thing, I see it quite often, but it does bug me. It’s not my life, and it doesn’t really affect me that people have to have a phone stuck to their head all day, but why? You can’t be alone with your thoughts for five seconds?
Here in England, “eye-ther” has been the standard pronunciation “since forever”; but then, we’re weird…
Not much here gets to me, I admit.
But I’m definitely with LouLou7 concerning the phrase, “It is what it is!” Well, it could hardly NOTbe what it is, could it? And absolutely everything IS what it IS! I just want to slap them. But I don’t.
Also somewhat annoying, when delivery people choose, out of shear laziness, to inconvenience everyone, and snarl traffic, when a drive or parking lot or other convenient place is available - usually right there.
And one more, people with cb radios, truck drivers etc, tuned to ear slipping volumes. Turn that down, dammit. People can hear that a block away.
Yes, people slurping, crunching there food while eating shits me off the most, most of all talking with there mouths full that it looks like food going around in a washing machine, also people eating while u are trying to watch a movie, the whole cinema doesn’t need to hear the crackling of your lollies packet for 30 mins while you eat them, don’t start me on adults licking the top of ice cream cones like it’s the greatest pleasure in the world.
Those inconsiderate jackasses who insist on using cell phones in speaker-phone mode in public so everyone around them is forced to hear BOTH sides of the drivel that’s passing for a conversation.
I want to flip my shit whenever someone opens up the dishwasher to get a glass and leaves the rest for me to empty later.
I am tired of all the desks at my work having dust bunnies. Every desk I’ve used so far is grody. Make it stop. Get us cleaning products.
Easily avoidable carelessness. Just don’t put the glass of water next to the laptop- it should go somewhere else. Set the timer so the food doesn’t burn on the stove- don’t just hope you’ll remember. Don’t put the stemware in the dishwasher- they break about 20% of the time- just wash it by hand. It frustrates the hell out of me when it happens in my house.
When a bathroom in a house has two entrances (like a main door and also one from a bedroom.) I’m always paranoid that I forgot to lock one and someone is going to walk in on me on the can.
I had a co-worker who wouldn’t believe there was such a word as “cannot”. That got my goat in that I couldn’t express what I really thought.
Please, it’s “cannot”.
Some restaurants, you show up, and someone takes you to a seat, and waiters come and take your order. I’m fine with that.
Some restaurants you go up to a counter, wait in a line if there is one, order your food, and either pick it up there and take it to a table, or take a number to a table, where they will bring you the food. I’m fine with either of those.
But sometimes restaurants have some other system that determines who gets food, in what order, and where. For instance, there’s a restaurant where you pick up a little punch card, take it around to various stations, each of which has its own somewhat amorphous line, order things from them, get what you order punched, then take it to somewhere else and pay, and then somehow get your food and find a table, and ACK IT’S TOO MUCH PRESSURE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! There’s another restaurant that I really love which sometimes is super crowded and one time we showed up and were waiting and waiting and it turned out there was a little clipboard with a list we were supposed to write our names on. HOW COULD WE HAVE KNOWN THAT!!?!?!?!?!?!!
Grrrrrrr.
This.
“It was IN MY HAND 20 SECONDS AGO and I haven’t moved from the spot. So, where in #$%^ could it have gone?”
I make myself so angry.
Several of the things mentioned above drive me batty, in particular slow walkers, dessert forks, and people who pay by check at the grocery store. Another is people who block traffic in the store by parking their carts in the middle of the aisle. The aisle is wide enough for two carts to pass, people, but only if you stay to one side. Would you park your car in the middle of the street?
What really gets my goat, though, is people who speak uptalk. Holy hell, I want to grab them by the collar and scream in their faces Is that a statement or a question? I have so far managed to control the impulse.
Me too. I never developed an ear or intuition for music, and am learning an instrument very late in adult life. I just went through this with Mrs G, who’s played instruments all her life:
Mrs G: Hear this? It needs tuning plonk plink
Me: Does it?
Mrs G: Of course, listen. plonk plink. And together ploink
Me: I’ll take your word for it.
Mrs G: They’re the same key though, right, you can tell, even if they are a little off.
Me: No, I can’t tell
Mrs G: Listen. plonk plink. Compare it to plonk plunk. You see how that sounds wrong?
Me: Ummmm…no.
Mrs G: They’re both a ‘C’! Right?
Me: I understand your words, and comprehend your meaning, yes. But I can’t tell by hearing.
Mrs G: Listen to it! Feel it! One sounds right, the other completely wrong!
…and so on. Give me an instrument, a mike, a soundboard, a scale, a ruler and calipers, and I’ll set up chords and scales all day long for you. Happy to. But I still can’t identify an isolated note or chord by ear.
And that vocal fry thing that is all the rage. I have it naturally and resent all these wannabes! 
I am so pleased that I decided to read this thread, I also cannot stand the sounds of chewing, swallowing etc. I call them “mouth sounds” and they enrage me! My fiance laughs at me and says that I am weird, particularly when we are returning from having dinner with one of our close friends who is a noisy eater and I have to have a rant about it on the way home. It’s lovely to know I am not alone.
I also hate people making superfluous noise, stirring coffee by banging the spoon agains the sides of the cup and whistling are particularly rage inducing for me.
People kicking the back of my chair make me red-raging stabby.
Airplane passengers who come on with big honkin’ carry-ons that take up an entire overhead bin. You know, the bins that are supposed to serve 3 seats.
Cashiers who ask if I could find everything all right. No, you silly bitch! I was looking all over for hockey pucks but rather than ask anyone in the aisles where I could find them, I thought I’d go check out and wait until it’s too late and tell someone who can’t do shit about it.
Guys who do not observe urinal etiquette. You do not stand next to anyone and you do not under any circumstances talk to anyone. It isn’t that difficult.
Football broadcasters who, after a gain of 37 yards, tell us that “he’s close to a first down!” Hey, Sherlock, I’m pretty sure he has it.
People who put their mouths directly on the drinking fountain. Yes, I was going to get a drink but I guess now that your saliva would come with it, I’ll pass.
Typing in my password and not seeing what I’m typing. Look, nobody can see me. I’m at home. Why can’t we turn the hide the password feature off?
People who insist on driving right next to me, or worse, just at my quarter panel. That’s irritating enough in my little car but when I’m hauling the horse trailer I get really stabby about it.
Oh, and those who MUST PULL OUT RIGHT NOW!! to get in front of me and my trailer, and slow way down so I have to jam on the brakes. 1) An F250 pulling a 26ft gooseneck trailer with 3000 lbs of horse and gear in it does NOT slow down easily and 2) livestock aren’t belted in like a kid in a car seat, and they react to sudden deceleration of the vehicle they’re in like water in a wheelbarrow - there’s a LOT of movement. That’s frightening both for them and me as the driver trying to not squish some impatient moron.